"Let's do it!"
"Take Lakefront Town!"
"Let's show that Lynch kid that there's no substitute for experience."
"I heard Lakefront Town is filthy rich. Not only does it have mines, but they also found Elf relics!"
"And I heard Lakefront Town has a few mermaids, too? Hehehe…"
"HAHAHAHA—"
Amidst the clamor, the tent filled with raucous laughter and crude jokes, as if they had already conquered Lakefront Town.
Bloody Hand Johnny watched his men's excitement, the smile on his lips growing wider.
But even so, his gaze remained as steady as ever.
He looked at the map on the table, his eyes unconsciously drifting back to the small dot labeled "Lakefront Town."
Lynch Blackwood.
He repeated the name in his mind.
'A young Necromancer who could build such an enterprise in less than two years is certainly someone to be reckoned with.'
'Too bad… A young man is still just a young man. He doesn't understand the meaning of holding something in reserve.'
